𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙇𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙪𝙖𝙜𝙚 𝙤𝙛 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙒𝙞𝙣𝙙

FROM CHIZZY’S DIARY

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POEM 60

𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙬𝙞𝙣𝙙 𝙨𝙥𝙚𝙖𝙠𝙨 𝙨𝙤𝙛𝙩𝙡𝙮 𝙩𝙝𝙧𝙤𝙪𝙜𝙝 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙩𝙧𝙚𝙚𝙨
𝙄𝙣 𝙢𝙪𝙧𝙢𝙪𝙧𝙨 𝙤𝙛 𝙖 𝙨𝙪𝙢𝙢𝙚𝙧 𝙗𝙧𝙚𝙚𝙯𝙚

𝙄𝙩𝙨 𝙡𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙪𝙖𝙜𝙚 𝙛𝙡𝙤𝙬𝙨 𝙞𝙣 𝙜𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙡𝙚 𝙨𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙨
𝘼 𝙙𝙞𝙖𝙡𝙚𝙘𝙩 𝙗𝙚𝙣𝙚𝙖𝙩𝙝 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙠𝙞𝙚𝙨

𝙄𝙩 𝙬𝙝𝙞𝙨𝙥𝙚𝙧𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙧𝙤𝙪𝙜𝙝 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙤𝙥𝙚𝙣 𝙛𝙞𝙚𝙡𝙙𝙨
𝘼 𝙨𝙚𝙘𝙧𝙚𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙩𝙝 𝙧𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙖𝙡𝙨

𝙄𝙩 𝙘𝙖𝙧𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙨 𝙨𝙘𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙨 𝙤𝙛 𝙙𝙞𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙡𝙖𝙣𝙙𝙨
𝙊𝙛 𝙤𝙘𝙚𝙖𝙣 𝙨𝙝𝙤𝙧𝙚𝙨 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙙𝙚𝙨𝙚𝙧𝙩 𝙨𝙖𝙣𝙙𝙨

𝙄𝙣 𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙮 𝙜𝙪𝙨𝙩, 𝙖 𝙩𝙖𝙡𝙚 𝙞𝙨 𝙨𝙥𝙪𝙣
𝙊𝙛 𝙟𝙤𝙪𝙧𝙣𝙚𝙮𝙨 𝙩𝙖𝙠𝙚𝙣, 𝙗𝙖𝙩𝙩𝙡𝙚𝙨 𝙬𝙤𝙣

𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙬𝙞𝙣𝙙’𝙨 𝙤𝙬𝙣 𝙫𝙤𝙞𝙘𝙚 𝙞𝙨 𝙨𝙤𝙛𝙩 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙘𝙡𝙚𝙖𝙧
𝘼 𝙨𝙮𝙢𝙥𝙝𝙤𝙣𝙮 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙨𝙚 𝙬𝙝𝙤 𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙧

𝙎𝙤 𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙣 𝙩𝙤 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙬𝙞𝙣𝙙’𝙨 𝙚𝙢𝙗𝙧𝙖𝙘𝙚
𝙄𝙩𝙨 𝙡𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙪𝙖𝙜𝙚 𝙛𝙡𝙤𝙬𝙨 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙩𝙚𝙣𝙙𝙚𝙧 𝙜𝙧𝙖𝙘𝙚

𝙄𝙣 𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙮 𝙗𝙧𝙚𝙚𝙯𝙚, 𝙖 𝙨𝙩𝙤𝙧𝙮’𝙨 𝙩𝙤𝙡𝙙
𝙊𝙛 𝙣𝙖𝙩𝙪𝙧𝙚’𝙨 𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙩, 𝙗𝙤𝙩𝙝 𝙬𝙞𝙨𝙚 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙗𝙤𝙡𝙙

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